Inside The Mind Of Jhavia Nicole

Sunday, January 3, 2016

Clothes become acquainted with the floor
Leaving skin exposed
Nothing remaining but vulnerability as lingerie
Accessorized with trust
The offering
Brown and beautiful
Awaiting my command
Stay in this state so I can take you in
Save several versions of you in my memory
Before we proceed
Close your eyes
Remember how you feel in this moment
You will never feel, never be, the same again

Every square inch my territory
My home
Mine.
Let me in
Come every time I enter
Plead with me to stay
Beg me to go just to come again
Arrivals, departures
Destination my decision

I want you here.
Present and accounted for

Delirious from clarity
Delicious in captivity
Pour you into me
You are mine to drink
Mine to ravish and relish in
Mine to stain and brand
Bind, bend, bite
Fuck, grip
Have, hold.

I've been waiting for your arrival ever since your departure
Making preparations sparked by anticipation
Domestic duties complete
Cue music, check the clock
Wash away everything except thoughts of you
Cover myself in desire, silk, lace
Fighting the urge to check the time once again
Ice cubes leave my fingers and settle into glass, followed by spirits
Careful sips to calm nerves without disturbing lipstick
Impatiently waiting for you.

The familiar sound of steel toe boots on concrete steps signals me to
Open the door before you can unlock it
And there you are, key in hand
I wrap my arms around you, pull you inside
Push the door closed, drop bags
Take your coat, toss it aside
Lead you to the closest chair, hand you a drink

It is difficult to watch you raise that glass to your lips
Knowing that I want to take its place
Envious of that surface because your hand is wrapped around it instead of me.

And just as quickly as you put it down, I am on you
Straddling your lap, leaning so that our lips can meet for the millionth time
Kissing you has been at the forefront of my mind
I bite your bottom lip
You tease me with your tongue
My body immediately responds to this contact and I
Grab your hand so that you can feel how much I've missed you

Dripping

Causing you to be inside me instantly
Instinctively tightening up around you
Hips rotating to ride you
Biting your shoulder in disbelief at how deep you are
Involuntarily moaning from the sensation

I feel like an addict
Exhaling after that first hit
Sinking into you as your fingers command and I obey
Leaving lipstick prints on your neck and jaw
Pants and panties hastily discarded so that
I can feel your body's response to this chemistry

You feel perfect against me

So immersed in each other that we are nothing but wetness
Trembling from the sheer force of this connection
I've been waiting for you, for this
Trying to hold back but you just keep melting into me
Gripping my flesh
Grinding against me
Guiding me closer and closer to orgasm
Reminding me that my climax belongs to you

My back arches
Thighs tremble as your name repeatedly escapes my lips
I feel you press harder against me
Throbbing simultaneously
Heartbeats merging
Nails sinking into skin
Curses resounding
Passion personified
I feel you coming for me, on me
Your orgasm beginning right at the peak of mine because
When you come home
I come for you
And you are quick to follow.

Eyes low
Dark
Deep
Afraid of drowning in that gaze
Because you always submerge me
Leaving me with clothes sticking to each contour and curve of my body
Uninhibited by life jacket or flotation device
Soaked and see through for your viewing pleasure
Dripping with secrets that roll down my skin
It is your desire that I'm drenched in
Touch me and
Watch your fingers wrinkle up at the feel of you.

I want to disappear in you
Merge into this moment and
Get so close that we are indistinguishable from the music filling the space around us
Until our movements match in rhythm and
Our voices blend into one tone
So lost in us that we are nowhere to be found
Searching to figure out which verses belong to you and which are mine
Heartbeats and clits throbbing in sync
Pulsating melody and moaning lyrics
Nails leaving evidence of written music all over neck, back, shoulders
Thighs trembling in response to the bass in your whispers

Our song is stuck in our heads and seared into our flesh
Playing over and over
We still haven't grown tired of it
The beat drops along with clothes and
Here we go again
Lyrics intertwining
Moans mingling with melody
Turning each other up
Volume and depth increase
Feel this replay in our foreplay
Not sure where this music begins and ends
Breathless ad libs in quivering vibrato
Orgasmic harmony on repeat.

The thing about clothes is that
They do nothing to suppress the heat that
Warms my body from the contact with yours
Arms around neck
Chest to chest connect
Hands placed on waist
Fire at each point of contact

You hold me close
and linger
Squeezing me tighter than you ever have before and
Letting your hands slide just a little lower

Are you trying to make me hot?

I am molten at my core
Transforming from solid state to liquid under your fingertips
Sinking into your skin until you are hot by association

What type of fiery chemistry is this?
I can't remain the same when I am in your arms, touched by your hands
I literally become a hot mess
Melting all over you.

You're ingrained on my brain like lyrics
Poetry etch-a-sketched on insides of eyelids
I think you, see you with my eyes closed
I remember the sound of you
Playing on my eardrums with the timbre of your voice
I rhythmically respond from a place deeper than I'm willing to admit
I feel you in my hips, my back, my thighs

You always do this.
Entreating me to dance for you
Summoning me with a look that makes me tingle in my very center

So much is said with minimal words and
Even more is expressed in the instrumental
Eyes and lips heavy from weight carried by loaded glances
How long have we been holding each other
In fingertips and tongues
Filled with words yet to be written and lines without time signatures
I hum you into a lullaby
You rap me into bars
It is us in this verse
Between layers of harmony and ad libs
Bass heartbeat and
Trembling vibrato.

Monday, January 26, 2015

Beckoning you
With hands
mouth
whispers
Entreating exploration
I am impatient
My desire is insistent
It does not request
It demands.
This comes with the territory
Of being my territory.
Your body
Mind
Heart
Are mine
To do with as I please
It is imperative that you be
Confident in your submission to me.

I beckon
You come

I entreat
You come

This is not optional.
Know that your pleasure is always my top priority
Your service, your willingness will be rewarded
In ways you've never even dreamed of.

Thursday, April 3, 2014

I want to melt into you
Permeate you with this passion that never stopped throbbing for you
Red hot
I am warm to the touch with
Desire that could spark fires and
All I want to do is ignite you so that you can
Personify those fireworks that you set off in me
Sparklers and rockets I am
Bursting at the seams
Be my sky and I will light you
We can
Burn and glow like embers
Turn to ash and resurrect like phoenix rebirth
And we are new
Cleansed in the combination of our faults and redeemed by our flaws
We are baptised in fire
Passion, born again.

I am
Overwhelmed by the desire to serve you
With fingertips
With tongue
With flesh
My lap as your throne
My face as your throne
My body as your kingdom
I bow before you
Play for your pleasure
Court you where your flesh is flushed and warm
Your eyes
Your hands
Your lips
Your tongue
All beckoning me
To serve.

I want to be kissed
In love
Looked at with love
Craved from love
Desire me lovingly
Need me spiritually
Touch me infinitely
I want to feel you
Loving me
Deep in that place where torso meets center
I want to be handled
Firmly and tenderly
Look into my eyes and tell me you've been needing me
Missing me
Tell me you've been craving me
Mean it
Put your hands around my waist
Pull me close
Wrap your arms around my neck
Trust me with your femininity
Kiss me on forehead
Lobe of ear
Breathe your secrets into me
Tell me I've been your dream
Your nightmare
You've been afraid to love me
Speak to me
Run your fingers across the texture of me and tell me what my skin is saying to you
Read me out loud
Scream me
From the depths of your lungs
Where I've been residing for centuries
Feel me
Remember me
I have been here all along
Waiting for you
Wanting you
To kiss me in love and
Look at me with love and
Crave me from love and
Love me
With your voice.

Saturday, March 29, 2014

when did it become a crime to feel
emotions have been discarded like toxic waste
no warmth remains
in this Ice Age
feelings are the enemy and must be avoided at all costs
we clothe ourselves in layers of
sarcasm and nonchalance
no emotions coursing through our veins to remind us of our humanity
we are The Walking Dead
looking for love but striving to feel nothing
we abhor vulnerability
and view caring as weakness
emotions were badges of honor
now they are scarlet letters
and we play emotional dodgeball
to avoid catching Feelings.

Friday, July 12, 2013

Flesh collides
Ever so softly
Like feathers
Whipped together in a hurricane
Such fragile tumultuousness
Storming through terrains of
Brown skin and
Crashing wetness
The wind
Moans
Whispers
Sighs
and
The rain never ceases.

Wednesday, May 15, 2013

Want to show your honey some clean meal love after a night filled with some dirty fun? Bring the Morning After Breakfast to your boo in bed and I'm sure it'll inspire them to thank you in a creative way ;) The Morning After Breakfast consists of sweet whole wheat blueberry pancakes, and savory eggs prepared in a way that I like to call a "dirty scramble." Don't worry though, this meal is squeaky clean.

Whisk whole-wheat flour, baking powder, baking soda, cinnamon and salt in a medium bowl. In a small bowl, combine egg, buttermilk and honey. Make a well in dry ingredients and stir in egg and buttermilk mixture. Mix in blueberries. Allow batter to rest for a few minutes.

Preheat griddle to 375 degrees or set a nonstick frying pan to medium-high heat. (I used a little grape seed oil to prevent the pancakes from sticking to the pan.) Drop batter by 1/4 cupfuls on to griddle or pan. Cook until the edges begin to dry and bubbles appear in the pancakes. Flip and cook for 1-2 minutes more.

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

butterflies cannot be held captive.
if imprisoned between palms,
they'll die
even if those hands are filled with love
so i
commit the beauty of your wings to memory
allow you to flutter and settle on my mind for a bit
and then
i release you
adoring you as you take flight
your arrival
inspiring
your time here
transformative
your departure
bittersweet
your presence
unforgettable.

Sunday, April 7, 2013

Thursday, April 4, 2013

if a picture is worth
a thousand words
what is it worth
to see you standing before me
when the shutter closes on you, illuminated
there is something that is not captured
series of images fail to encompass you
pictures valued at a thousand words each
do nothing to expose you
i cannot grasp you
in light
in lens
processed negatives only showcase your surface
as much as I wish to immortalize you
in snapshots
i realize that you are so much more beautiful
when camera does not obscure my vision
a picture may be worth a thousand words
but you represent native tongues
you are worth entire languages
instead of being a tourist camera around neck
overhearing you
in snippets of whispered conversations
in foreign cafes
i want
to learn
to speak you.

Tuesday, April 2, 2013

am i wrong for wanting to touch you?
i swear your skin is beckoning me
inviting me in and i
can't help but to RSVP
you deserve to be celebrated
meticulously
forgive me for undressing you with my gazes
my eyes create the path that my hands intend to follow and
my mouth can't wait to travel the same trail
i draw up my own map so that i can
commit all of your terrain to memory because
i absolutely plan to return to this place
return to you
every dip, curve and valley

is that my name I hear
echoing and
bouncing off of your mountaintops?
such beautiful uncharted territory this is.

i do not claim to be the discoverer of you
i am merely an explorer that
seeks to be immersed in you.

Monday, April 1, 2013

when you look into my eyes
you should know that i love you.
the windows to my soul are wide open
can't you feel the breeze gently caressing
that dip where jaw line unites with ear?
i profess odes to you in
blinking morse code and
winks that settle on the edges of your periphery
my eyes are never quiet
they set free all the secrets that my lips keep in captivity
i can't stand to look at you because
the sight of you is my undoing
promise-filled teardrops spill from my eyes and
your hands are not there to cushion the impact of their falling
i look down to protect myself
the adoration in my gaze is not reflected in your eyes
i am not sure what it is i see but
it does not look like home.
i am struggling to close eyes that are
filled to the brim and overflowing with love
for you.

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

I want to touch your heart
Read it with my hands
like Braille
Place my ear against your chest and
listen to your heart speak to me
Press my heart against yours and
engage in cardiac telepathy
Hold you close and
kiss your heart with my lips
Caress your heart and
feel your love beat against my fingertips
Your heart is the greatest love letter ever written
And if it is sent to me
I will open it slowly
Unfold it carefully
And read it daily
Instead of imprisoning it underneath my pillow
I will sleep with it against my chest so that
my heart can write its reply.